A magazine reporter is traveling through a rainforest in search of a fabled cannibalistic tribe.
He wanders through the thick jungle for days upon days, and it seems like his journey's going to amount to nothing.
As he ventures deeper into it, his attention is drawn to something hanging overhead in the canopy and decides to take a closer look.
Suddenly, he falls into a trap, is knocked unconscious and wakes up tied to a stake with a fire burning slowly underneath him.
He cries out for help, and is answered by what is obviously one of the tribesmen, who informs him that he is going to be served as dinner to the leader of the tribe.
"But you don't understand!" he cries, "You can't do this to me! I'm an editor for the New Yorker magazine!"
"Ah," replies the tribesman, "Well soon you will be editor-in-chief!"